The Irish standard., 1887-09-24
enough, as I'll wait for the two Masses.

enough, as I'll wait for the two Masses.
Giving a look round the bare house.
Sally Cavanagh walked quickly out,
brushing some dust-which an old hen
had shaken from the roost over the door
from the new cloak with turkey.
red pocket-han kerchief.
A stranger meeting Sally Cavanagh
as she tripped along the mountain road.
would consider her a contented and a
happy young matron, and might be in
clined to set her down as proud one;
for Sally Cavanagh held her head rather
high, and occasionally elevated it still
higher with a toss which had something
decidedly naughty about it.
She turned up a short boreen for the
purpose of calling upon her gruH black
smiths wife, who had been very useful
to poor Sally for some time before. The
smiths habits were so irregular that his
wife was often obliged to visit the
pawn-ofice in the next town, and poor
Sally Cavana-h availed herself Of
Nancy Ryan's experience in pledging
almost everything pledgeable She pos
sessed. The new cloak, of which even
a rich farmers wife might feel proud,
was the last thing left. 1t was q pres
ent from Connor, and Was only worn
On rare occasions. and to part with it
was sore trial.
Loud screams and cries for help
made Sally Cavanagh start. She
stopped for a moment, and then ran
forward and rushed breathless into the
smiths house. The first sight met her
eyes was our friend Shawn Cow chok-
ing his wife. a heavy three-legged
stool came down with such force upon
the part of Shawn Cow person which
happened to he the most elevated as he
bent over the prostrate woman, that,
uttering an exclamation between a
grunt and growl, he bounded into the
air, and striking lis shins. against
chair, tllmbled head over heels into the
corner. When Shawn found that he
WAS more frightened than hurt, and
saw Sally with the three-legged stool in
her hand, a sense of the ludicrous over
came him, and, turning his face to tue
wall, he relieved his feelings by D tit Of
laughter. 1t was of the silent, inward
sort, however, and neither his wife nor
Sally Cavanagh had any notion Of the
pleasant mood he was i'll. The bright
idea Of pretending to be kilt occurred
to the overthrown son OF Vulcan, and
with fearful groan be stretched out
his huge limbs and remained notion
less on the broad Of his back. SaI]y's
sympathy for the ill-used woman pre-
vented her from giving a thought to her
husband. Great was her astonishment
then, when Nancy few at her like a
wildcat.
You kilt NY husband she screamed.
Sally retreated backwards, defending
herself as best she could with the stool.
For Gods sake, Nancy, be quiet.
Wouldn't he have destroyed you on'y
for me?'
But Nancy followed up the attack
like fury.
There's nothia' at all the matter
with him. Sally cried out, finding her
self literally driven to the wall. What
harm could a little touch Of a stool on
the back do the big brute?,
Nancy's feelings appeared to rush in
to sno1her channel, for she TUNED
round quickly, and kneeling down by
her husband lifted up bis head.
Och! Shawn ayoprneen machree,
she exclaimed, wont You spake to me?'
Shawn condescended to open his eyes.
Sally she continued, he's comm to.
glory be to God! Hurry over and
hould up his head, while I'm runnin'
for something to rewiys him. Or stay,
bring me the bolster
The bolster was brought, and Nancy !
placed it under the patients head
then, snatching her shawl from the
place where it hung, she disappeared.
She Was back again in five minutes,
without the shawl, but with some
whiskey in a bottle,
Take a taste av this, Shawn, an it
will warm your heart
Shawn Cow sat up and took the bot
tie in his hand.